The rift that had once connected yin and yang had long since collapsed into a grotesque nest. Countless slick bodies glimmering with bloody light shoved and climbed over one another, making nauseatingly wet, sticky sounds. They crawled on all fours with hunched limbs, their claws long and nails sharp. Their mutilated faces lacked the upper halves of their heads, leaving only jagged maws that occupied half their faces. Their foul-smelling mouths screamed in terror. Even when packed so tightly they could not move, they still struggled to burrow deeper, as though an apocalypse shelter lay hidden in the deepest part of that rocky crevice.
Suddenly, crimson-gold flames poured into the fissure, their violent blaze illuminating countless ugly evil ghosts!
The flames were scorching. The piled-up bodies melted and fused like candle wax, then vaporized outright in the extreme heat, reduced completely to ash.
When the last wisp of flame died out, crimson magma dripped from the melted cavern ceiling.
The waterfall did not slow, crashing downward with savage force and sweeping every evil ghost before it clean away.
In a corner of a remote rock fissure, an evil ghost dressed in lavish aristocratic clothing huddled up and secretly peered outside. He had not been dead for long and could not understand why he had descended into hell. In life, he had enjoyed the kneeling worship and cheers of slaves, enjoyed the blessings of mages, conquered vast territories from adulthood until death, and had even fashioned himself into the lord of heaven and earth. How could he have gone to hell? There had to be some mistake.
Those glowing figures had to be deities who had come to save him. They would take him to heaven to enjoy himself!
Seeing a Heavenly Soldier in strange, imposing armor approach, he hurriedly smoothed